Same Old Game

a reminder of what burns me

Tired of the effort,

burdened by the pain,

hurt by the things I do

that leave me feeling

worthless and drained.

I'm looking at these bridges now,

seeing how they're used,

but the more I take into consideration,

the more I'm left confused.

The meanings of things that I once held dear

are murky now, their intentions unclear.

I don't know what life has in store,

but the last thing I need right now

is another list of chores.

Staring at these bridges,

a blazing  torch in my hand,

I rest it on the hinges

of all the things I'd planned.

This seems to be what I do best,

a never-ending game,

setting fire to all my connections

and trying my absolute hardest 

to not get burned by the flames.